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346 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2016
Nicholas’s tour of the museum took him from the ninth century or so nearly to his present. It was filled with history, with the labours of people from his patria’s past, with weapons of all kinds used to defend the land. While he looked closely at the various displays, each object had a story to tell. He was left with the feeling that something or some things there in that museum of antiquities would be invaluable to his quest. He just needed to keep himself open to the messages the objects might provide for him in the telegraphic language of musty time. (p. 208)
Snippets, just patches of words quilted together. Nicholas wished he could have remembered more. In those moments right after lucid awakening, everything is clear. Just a short time later the dream memory like a stained glass window broken by a thrown brick and fallen to the ground was now shattered in shards and losing its narrative. You could see parts of it in individual pieces, but its wholeness was gone. Perhaps the wholeness of it would have made more sense to him. But then again, it was now a mystery. Mysteries leave a trail to follow to solve and a pressing need to solve and resolve them. And Nicholas needed to find the glue to reconstruct the shattered stained glass narrative for himself. (p. 13)